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House of Sharing Comfort Women

House of Sharing Comfort Women I S H L E P A R K House of Sharing Comfort Women Cards are worn smooth from playing, 5 for luck, 5 for fortune. She drank from pots Þlled with rice wine, pulled quilt over mouth to cover her smell, listened to Nam Insoo through blanket, stack of songbooks piled by the foot of her yoh. I can forget everything when I sing, when the blood is burnt up. She thinks people without children should be cremated. 3 pine trees. my parents thought they sent me to a good place. my hands like rubber gloves. my heart bleeding. I was 14. Stones in the small village painted with temples and faces. Flash ßood melts the road into a river. She danced like this, hands ßicking, hip jut, shoulder slant, wrinkles Þlling her eyes . She cooks white corn over a portable stove, wipes the stain of red pepper from the concrete windowsill, thin tissue shredding in her Þngers . 51 At the sill, she tells us to keep secrets from your man, even if he is good. No one should open all your contents. Contents. You donÕt even know the word contents ? She sucks her teeth http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

House of Sharing Comfort Women

Manoa , Volume 13 (2) – Oct 1, 2001

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University of Hawai'I Press
Copyright
Copyright © 2001 University of Hawai'i Press.
ISSN
1527-943x

Abstract

I S H L E P A R K House of Sharing Comfort Women Cards are worn smooth from playing, 5 for luck, 5 for fortune. She drank from pots Þlled with rice wine, pulled quilt over mouth to cover her smell, listened to Nam Insoo through blanket, stack of songbooks piled by the foot of her yoh. I can forget everything when I sing, when the blood is burnt up. She thinks people without children should be cremated. 3 pine trees. my parents thought they sent me to a good place. my hands like rubber gloves. my heart bleeding. I was 14. Stones in the small village painted with temples and faces. Flash ßood melts the road into a river. She danced like this, hands ßicking, hip jut, shoulder slant, wrinkles Þlling her eyes . She cooks white corn over a portable stove, wipes the stain of red pepper from the concrete windowsill, thin tissue shredding in her Þngers . 51 At the sill, she tells us to keep secrets from your man, even if he is good. No one should open all your contents. Contents. You donÕt even know the word contents ? She sucks her teeth

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Oct 1, 2001

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